Violent Delights Have Violent Ends Novels & Stories

“And you still want me.” “Yes,” she breathed, the admission torn from her. Horror and desire warred inside her, but desire was winning. She needed to feel him. Needed to remind herself that the violence had been for her. He didn’t bother with gentleness this time. He lifted her, pinning her against the wall as he freed himself. In one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her open with a force that made her cry out. The sex was primal, raw, born from the adrenaline of violence and the twisted need to reaffirm life after death.

Vincent scoffed, his tone dripping with a dominant, unyielding authority; "Spread your legs wider, look me dead in the eyes, and touch your own pussy, Lisa. I want to see you beg for it. I want to watch those corporate hands fingers-deep in your own slickness because you can't handle how bad you need my dick." "I would rather die," I hissed, my teeth grinding together so hard my jaw ached. "Then you'll starve," Vincent replied instantly, entirely unfazed. He stepped back just a fraction of an inch, continuing to stroke his cock in a slow, rhythmic pattern that drove me completely insane. Slide. Grip. Squeeze. "If you don't start touching that wet little slot right now, I'll just sit right he

Satisfied by what his ears were hearing, that lascivious and pleasurable sound that came from his wife's lips, Valentino buried himself into the depths of her entrails fiercely, going in and out with a brute force, echoing the dry slap of both bodies. The girl let out a loud shriek as she felt so ecstatic and full. She had recently had a violent orgasm, but again in her lower abdomen an overwhelming electricity was swirling, tension was invading her and looming over her entire trembling body, giving her the warning that, soon, the next orgasm would be more savage and violent than the previous one. Valentino, lost in his depths, wanting to reach the absolute peak, and wanting to go beyond his

"I've got you, amore mio. Nothing will touch you while I'm breathing. I promise." Isabella's breathing gradually evened out, her body going boneless against him as exhaustion finally claimed her. But even in sleep, she held onto him with desperate strength, as if afraid he'd disappear. Dante stared at the ceiling, knowing he wouldn't sleep. I couldn't sleep. Not when his mind was already working through strategies, contingencies, ways to eliminate the threat to his wife before it materialized. He'd told Isabella that violence was sometimes necessary. What he hadn't told her was how much he'd enjoy destroying Viktor Volkov. How he'd savor every moment of making the Bratva leader suffer for da

He pressed himself against the cleft of her varnished buttocks, his hands gripping the golden wire at her hips. He took her there, in that most final, dominating way. It was a claiming of territory, a brutal punctuation mark. Each thrust rocked her on the pedestal, making the wire sing and the fresh, carved signature on her back weep fresh tears of blood. The pain from the carving, from the staples, from the violation, fused into a single, all-consuming fire. There was no pleasure, only an apocalyptic sense of ending.

Then, just as quickly, he tossed the man to the ground like he was nothing like he was bored of him. And then the kicking started. Each blow landed with a sickening crunch, bones snapping under the force of it, but Vincent? He looked like he was enjoying the sound. Even in the dim moonlight, I could see it. The twisted pleasure in his eyes. The way he thrived in this violence, how it seemed to breathe life into him. What kind of human being was he? My gaze flickered to his injured arm, and my stomach lurched. Blood dripped steadily from his wound, mixing with the other man’s on the ground, and yet he didn’t even flinch. Didn’t even acknowledge it.

This asshole must have night vision or something because I know he can see my father. I silently pray that my father will stay out of this conversation, but apparently, curiosity, or perhaps fear for my safety, gets the better of him. "W-what?" He stutters. Vincent laughs-he finally got what he wanted. "I'd do it again, even if she died giving birth to one of my children. If she was dead and I was still alive- I wouldn't care." His words feel like bullets drilling into my heart, but I don't show the pain. If this is where we are going, that's precisely what he'll get. I'll return the same energy. If Vincent had to die and I had to live, I wouldn't care either. It seems that his moment of vic

Many people assumed that she will end up with him and kept on commenting that writer always do this and that. I would only prefer you to remember I don't do injustice with my characters. Rose will suffer but if Harry went overboard with his cruelty he will regret as well. There is always a limit to everything. But if he did something which is not acceptable for even revenge then he will indeed face the consequences as well. Moreover, there is a tag and also mentioned in the disclaimer about 'Violence and Cruel' for a reason. This story is heavily dark. And there is violence and a lot of cruelty from the Male lead side. And if you can't handle go read the tags and also the warnings before con

In that moment, she was the embodiment of wrath and vengeance, a force to be reckoned with. The scene was both horrifying and mesmerizing, a testament to Freya’s dark powers and her willingness to use them without hesitation. The bandits, once eager to commit heinous acts, now paid the price for their malevolence. As they writhed in agony, their violent intentions were met with a brutal and fitting punishment.

The boy continued as if I had never interrupted him. “One day she couldn't take it anymore. She is often ridiculed, harassed and humiliated. Therefore, she came to a remote cave to meditate. There she begged the devil to help her avenge her pain. “On the seventh night, a terrifying-faced devil finally appeared. The devil asked the girl's wishes and the girl said she wanted to kill without hurting the victim much. First, the devil told him to do gulf or witchcraft, but the girl refused. She wants to spend the blood of her victims without grievances or significant injuries.